Chapter 2 / The Return of the King

Abbas almost sliced Malik's neck right there. His face scrunched up and turned bright red. Abbas became pissed off at Malik and basically threw him onto the guillotine to die. It seemed that as soon as Malik was on it though, Abbas started to calm down. Asad stared in horror as his friend was about to die. But Malik finally seemed like he had found peace as he shut his eyes and prayed one last time. Just as the blade fell, Malik opened his eyes and mouthed, "Brother," One last time to Asad. With the sound of the blade hitting the wood on the bottom, Asad realized it was over, that he would never see Malik again. That's when Abbas started to hysterically laugh and went to pick up Malik's head with his hands. Asad couldn't even bear witness to watch the horrifying scene before him. Abbas might be an ass but he still once was a brother of Malik. He could show a little respect.

Abbas was shouting and chanting as he showed off Malik's head like he was a hero shouting, "Death to the traitor!" Asad then felt Abbas's cold hand on his injured shoulder. "Your turn," he murmured into his ear loud enough so the crow could hear it though. Asad was then forcefully pushed towards the stairs that led to his death. He had given up all hope in begin rescued. But the fact that Malik had also just been rolled down the stairs and landed at his feet truly let his heart sink to the bottom of his chest.

Abbas stopped Asad for a moment and grabbed his shoulder, "Say hello to your brother for me…" he whispered in Asads ear before squeezing Asads injured shoulder only to receive a wince from Asad. "Peace and Strength, brother…" He then pushed Asad forward and through him to his knees in front of the guillotine. Asad looked up and met his opponent.

The guard then moved to grab Asad and lean his head down against the wooden block were Asad would meet his fate. Asad showed little resistance towards the guard and practically lay down without any force needed. Asad closed his eyes and waited, quietly thinking to himself of all the things that he wanted to see and do.

Quietly standing next to Abbas, stood a cloaked man with his head face towards the ground. That man was not there to watch a execution but instead to save a life. Quickly the man through the cloak off his shoulders and pounced on Abbas who, being very surprised, had let his guard down. The man took advantage of this and unleashed his hidden blade into Abbas' upper right chest before being thrown off and attacked by a few guards. But this was not a problem for the cloaked man was an assassin and assassins don't die fighting.

The cloaked man through a set of knifes into a crowd of guards, impaling them in the chest before running onto a man and pushing off of him to avoid an incoming sword. The cloaked man the grabbed the guard with the sword and used him as a body shield avoiding an incoming halberd. The man then quickly grabbed his sword and sliced down the remaining of the guards with ease. Asad had watched the entire thing and didn't believe if this man was either man or god.

The man didn't bother looking to Asad but instead took off into the gardens to pursue Abbas and his loyalists. Asad just lay next to the guillotine before trying to stand for a moment but failing. The actions of the past minutes had caused nausea to overwhelm him and it was only until he heard a familiar voice again that he stopped and looked in the direction of the voice.

It was Darim. Asad stared at his brother in surprise, "But I thought you-," Asad mumbled the last part as Darim covered his mouth to speak, "We have Returned," His voice strong and commanding. Asad only nodded and stood once more, but this time Darim supported his weight. Darim then walked with Asad leaning on his shoulders and led him to the garden were the stream of loyalist bodies seemed to lay.

Darim then looked around for a moment as if he was looking for something…or someone. Asad then felt all of Darim's support separated from them as an Assassin landed between them throwing Darim of balance and making Asad collide into the wall. Asad felt the nausea again and looked over to see Darim fighting a slender looking figure. He could tell this figure was well trained, his moves were precise and anything Darim threw at him he just seemed to block or dodge. Asad tried to get up but failed each time as nausea swelled up in his head.

Asad then made one final move and through himself onto the slender looking figure in an attempt to distract him. As Asad through himself at the figure it seemed to notice and turn just in time for Asad to tackle it to the ground. He heard a yelp and sat up holding the assassins hands beneath him.

This was when Darim decided to come over and grad the assassin by the hound and pull him to his feet, holding a sword to his throat the entire time. Asad stood up quickly after his brother. Darim had been holding the assassin by the hood harshly and then threw the man to the ground in an attempt to gather information. But as he bent down to grab the assassin again he realized he had pulled the assassins hood off and revealed that the assassin was actually a women.

Darim and Asad both stood in shock as the women started to stand up with her hand on the back of her head holding her hair. "What the hell was that for?!" The women screamed and punched Darim in the shoulder, but Darim was so shocked he didn't even notice. "You…you are a women?" He finally said still shocked.

Asad then snapped out of the trance the women had bestowed upon him. He quickly moved and grabbed the women by the arms and folded them behind her back. She screamed in pain and threw her head back at Asad, but the assassin simply moved his head to avoid a full on collision. Darim was still staring at the women in shock and disbelief.

The women however looked into Darim's eyes before shouting, "So who am I gonna have to fuck to get you two idiots to stop staring at me?" Asad almost wanted to slap the women for using harsh language to the superior male, but instead he remained still. It was then that Darim decided to do something and he handed Asad a rope before pulling the hood back over the women. As Asad tied the rope around her wrists she muttered something Asad didn't catch so he shrugged and pushed her in the direction of the bodies.

Darim followed close behind Asad and the women closely inspecting each body. Asad didn't understand sure why but he didn't question his brother. The women then flicked her hood off again, "You two assholes are gonna pay for this! My fath-" She was then cut off by Darim as he shoved her hood back on and pushed the women in her breasts almost making her fall, "What the fuck you bastard, that area is off limits!" Asad only chuckled before stopping as she shot a warning glance at him. Darim just kept walking and eventually returned with the cloaked assassin from earlier.

Asad sat the women down and walked over to the cloaked assassin, "I cannot thank you both enough for saving my life!" he said truly happy he could live another day. Asad went to shake the man's hand but before he could the cloaked assassin stuck his hand up motioning for him to stop and with his other hand he pulled down his hood.

"My name is Altair Ibn La'Ahad, and you my son will get to apologizing later."